A beautiful chair outside the home of Pierre, the mayor.
The main road.
Phillipe is Sentidye's brother. He's a dear friend to Elisabeth and Corey.
Johnny and a baby.
A taxi like the one Elisabeth, a driver and I took from Cayes.
The fishermen weave their own nets.
Corey and the pastor talk at a goat project meeting.
A whole parade of children helped us scrabble up a hill to get this delicious, rare treat.
A typical dinner at the Almond's: fried plantains and fish.
The world's staple and theirs.
Luc and one of his two best friends, Leline, on our orange-finding expedition.
This kind woman invited Elisabeth to attend at her baby's birth.
Trash for burning.
Judelon and Deacon, the Almond's next door neighbors and friends.
Luc and Anna Ray found the letter Z on this house.
The next-door neighbors.
Men fish the sea near Rosier all morning, every morning. They rarely find big fish, and so must collect ones like these, which are not much larger than sardines, and then cook them in the sun.
A weaver in the small Rosier market.
Sweet miss and I catch up on stories.
"Mama," Anna Ray likes to say, "you're the Queen of Me."
Elisabeth commented on the terrible truth: you can't find food in many villages on earth, but you can always find Coke.
This home in Rosier is an example of the Nike Swoosh school of architecture.
A neighbor's hopeful garden.
Anna Ray outside of church. Elisabeth carried Anna Ray's princess shoes in her bag.
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